Master, he never speaks

What the little system said was a joke, but Zhu Hanshuang always felt that it was not a joke. He had a bad premonition, as if something that scared him was about to happen.

Zhu Hanshuang: [What happened? 】

Zhu Hanshuang looked up subconsciously, but as far as she could see, she could only see the moss-covered stone wall and the door that could never be opened.

Outside Fox God Valley, Mu Ying's life and death were uncertain, Wen Yunsheng was rushing towards this side, Zhu Jixiu was trapped in a dream, and couldn't help having a sweet dream.

It was a beautiful dream that Zhu Jixiu had dreamed about a long time ago. At this moment, this dream seemed to have become a reality. This dream was a little real and terrifying.

Zhu Jixiu was standing in front of a small bamboo hut. It seemed to be evening now. The setting sun penetrated through the gaps in the bamboo forest and shone on the ground, casting a faint shadow. The air was fine, slightly humid and damp Wet Zhu Jixiu's black hair.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Why are you standing there stupidly?"

Suddenly, Zhu Hanshuang's voice came over, Zhu Jixiu was stunned for a moment, then looked up subconsciously, and found that Zhu Hanshuang was standing in front of the bamboo house.

Noticing Zhu Jixiu's gaze, Zhu Hanshuang smiled helplessly. He raised his foot and walked towards Zhu Jixiu. Standing in front of Zhu Jixiu, he took out a clean white handkerchief from his arms and placed it on Zhu Jixiu's forehead. The sweat wiped off.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Hair is soaked, come in and have a bowl of fish soup."

Zhu Hanshuang looked at Zhu Jixiu with gentle eyes. At this moment, Zhu Hanshuang shed the outer skin of the world's number one sword repairman, revealing the softness inside. The softness is like delicious clam meat, wrapped in fresh and tender juice, called Zhu Hanshuang Fix eyesight and thirst.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master..."

Zhu Jixiu subconsciously called Zhu Hanshuang, his eyes were deep, and the fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, then tightened bit by bit.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Huh?"

Hearing Zhu Jixiu's voice, Zhu Hanshuang turned around subconsciously. He looked at Zhu Hanshuang with some doubts. His black pupils were like misty rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River. They were not cold at all, but full of warmth.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master."

Looking at Zhu Hanshuang's eyes, Zhu Jixiu couldn't help screaming again, Zhu Hanshuang was fooled by Zhu Jixiu, he smiled helplessly, raised his hand to hold Zhu Jixiu's wrist, and led him Go in the direction of the bamboo house.

Zhu Hanshuang: "What's the matter, you're so stupid today, did you encounter something?"

Zhu Jixiu was stunned again, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but no matter what he thought about it, he couldn't remember what it was.

Zhu Jixiu: "I... I don't know either."

Zhu Hanshuang pulled him to sit at the dining table. The table was full of sumptuous meals, and the smell made people move their index fingers. In the middle was a pot of delicious fish soup, which was still steaming.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Drink it quickly, I have been stewing for a day."

Zhu Hanshuang took the initiative to serve Zhu Jixiu a bowl of soup. The milky white fish soup looked appetizing and smelled delicious. Looking at the bowl of fish soup, Zhu Jixiu subconsciously asked:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master did it?"

Zhu Hanshuang: "Yeah, what's the matter with you? What's wrong with you today? Is it because you don't feel well?"

A worried look appeared on Zhu Hanshuang's face. He raised his hand, brushed away the hair in front of Zhu Jixiu's forehead, and touched Zhu Jixiu's forehead with the back of his hand, but he didn't feel that Zhu Jixiu was having a fever.

Zhu Jixiu: "I'm fine."

Zhu Jixiu grabbed Zhu Hanshuang's hand and put it on his lap. He smiled at Zhu Hanshuang, the fox ears on his head trembled, and said to Zhu Hanshuang:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, can you feed me?"

Hearing this, Zhu Hanshuang's face turned red all of a sudden, as if he had thought of something, this time it was good, even his earlobes turned red involuntarily, coughed lightly, like a warning, but also like a reprimand, opened his mouth to reprimand Wish Jixiu:

Zhu Hanshuang: "You are so old, why do you let Master feed you? Drink it yourself."

Zhu Jixiu started his traditional performing arts—acting like a baby. He raised Zhu Hanshuang's hand, first placed a kiss on the back of Zhu Hanshuang's hand, and then used his soft fox ears to rub it again and again. looking at the back of his hand.

The tips of the fox's ears were still wet, icy and cool, and it was very comfortable when it was close to the skin, especially when Zhu Jixiu wanted to coax Zhu Hanshuang to be happy, the master couldn't stand it.

Zhu Jixiu: "Okay, okay, I really lost to you."

Zhu Hanshuang pulled his hand back, the red marks on his cheeks spread all the way to the end of his eyes, but he finally picked up the bowl and fed Zhu Jixiu to finish the whole bowl of fish soup.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Aren't you arguing that you have to go to the Lantern Festival at night? Pack up your things, and you can go to see it right away."

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu nodded, he didn't know what to pack, but his body moved naturally, he brought some snacks just made in the morning, warm wine, and Zhu Hanshuang Off to the foot of the mountain to participate in the Lantern Festival.

As soon as the Lantern Festival came, the streets became lively and people were everywhere. Zhu Jixiu held Zhu Hanshuang in his arms, tapped his toes lightly, and the two of them climbed onto the eaves, without having to compete with the crowd on the street. .

Zhu Jixiu found an excellent location on the roof. Not only can you see the big and round moon tonight, but you can also see the bell tower that is about to be tolled. The feng shui is excellent.

Zhu Jixiu hugged Zhu Hanshuang in his arms, rested his chin on the master's head, and shook the wine bottle slightly in his hand.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Drink less."

Zhu Jixiu: "Okay."

Zhu Jixiu raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky. The milky white moon was like the bowl of fish soup that Zhu Hanshuang personally cooked for him in the afternoon. He stared at the bright moon for a long time, and then said softly:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, can you kiss me?"

Zhu Hanshuang: "Huh?"

Zhu Hanshuang didn't hear what Zhu Jixiu was saying at first, he raised his head with some doubts, his stunning and cold face looked a bit more dusty under the moonlight.

Zhu Jixiu: "I said, can you kiss me?"

Zhu Jixiu tapped his lips, Zhu Hanshuang was stunned, his face was stained with a thin layer of red again, he looked very attractive, Zhu Hanshuang struggled for a while, and finally kissed him.

The lips are touching, which is heart-stirring.

Just at this time, the fireworks bloomed in brilliant colors, dyeing the night sky colorful and looking very beautiful.

Zhu Hanshuang's lips were soft and sweet, Zhu Jixiu's hand covered the back of Zhu Hanshuang's head, he rubbed it gently twice, then moved his palm down little by little, and finally landed on Zhu Hanshuang's tender white on the neck.

Zhu Jixiu: "After all, it is a dream."

There was confusion in Zhu Jixiu's eyes, but his subordinates were merciless and directly crushed the back of "Zhu Hanshuang"'s neck.

The whole world began to become unreal and began to collapse.

The real Zhu Hanshuang would not talk to him so much, would not smile gently at him, and would not kiss him actively.

Zhu Jixiu likes to dream, but he doesn't like that Zhu Hanshuang in the dream is false.

He doesn't care for such false dreams, let alone nostalgia.

It's not really wishing Frost, he doesn't want it.